Kieran was trying to rile her.

If she wasn't auror-ing him before, she certainly was now. What sort of secrets did he possess to lash out at her like this? "You certainly know where to aim your hits, Key." She huffed.

She hopped off the counter and glared in his direction. Remaining collected against her brother was an impossible task, but one she was now determined to see through. "Feel better now that you hurt me?" It hadn't, not really. Andrew and she had been fighting for years now, tonight was only an issue because her exhaustion won out. "And for what? Because I asked my brother a question? It's wonderful to know how little you think of me."

Prowling forward, she snatched her whiskey off the counter summoned the bag she dropped to her shoulder. Then, Fallon held his gaze in a venomous stare as she spat, "have a great night fucking Jude." It was a haphazard guess, one she hoped was right. "Thanks for the fifteen minutes."

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She was mad. Probably he'd gone too far, but he didn't like the way she'd asked her questions, or the questions she'd asked — and he'd gotten the reaction he wanted. She was leaving.

"Get out, then," Kieran said back at her, his tone taking on the same sharp quality that hers had. (Of course she could guess it was Jude. She'd probably known the whole time she was questioning him.) "See you the next time you need something."

  

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